Wednesday


22
Jun 11

Ewws of corn

My roommate in college was from the central part of the state. They grow a lot of citrus and peaches and watermelon in his part of the world. He came from a prominent farming family in a rural-agricultural area. He told stories about how he’d go help in the fields at harvest time. He recalled a day when INS showed up to pick up all the migrant workers and take them away for deportation.

He said the workers would be back in the fields, hauling watermelons, before the INS agents got back to town.

I thought of that story, people eager to work hard, long, thankless jobs for low pay, while reading about what’s happening in Georgia:

After enacting House Bill 87, a law designed to drive illegal immigrants out of Georgia, state officials appear shocked to discover that HB 87 is, well, driving a lot of illegal immigrants out of Georgia.

It might be funny if it wasn’t so sad.

Thanks to the resulting labor shortage, Georgia farmers have been forced to leave millions of dollars’ worth of blueberries, onions, melons and other crops unharvested and rotting in the fields. It has also put state officials into something of a panic at the damage they’ve done to Georgia’s largest industry.

The entire AJC story is a good read. Closer to home, we’ll soon see something similar.

The law requires proof of legal residence on the job, at school and when obtaining state benefits.

It also allows police to arrest anyone on reasonable suspicion they are in the country illegally, requires courts to void contracts involving undocumented immigrants and requires employers to use the federal E-Verify system to check applicants’ legal status.

[…]

Alabama’s new law could have unintended consequences and be costly to enforce, said Gary Palmer, president of the Alabama Policy Institute, a conservative group that generally favors illegal immigration reform.

Some aspects such as the E-Verify requirement, are good, he said. But “it will be interesting to see” if native Alabamians will flock to lower-wage jobs now filled by immigrants, he said.

There are no easy answers.

I’ve read three stories on this today, though, and found 450+ comments between them. Some of them, surprisingly, have been worth reading.

So we’re making dinner tonight, where it has become my permanent job to remove the silk from fresh corn. We’d picked up a few ears from the farmers’ market last week and there was a corn earworm larvae in one of them. That didn’t go over well.

So we threw some of the corn out, as it had been damaged. Presumably the farmers we bought from had a bad streak of luck with moths or pesticides. Maybe they should do a lot of trap cropping.

Doesn’t really matter, The Yankee said, she wouldn’t buy corn from them anymore. Two ears did make it on the grill, and when we ate it with dinner she pronounced it the best corn she’d ever had. It was good stuff. Went well with the burgers, too.

But, still, I think she’ll buy from someone else at the farmers’ market tomorrow.


15
Jun 11

Already out of clever titles

Nice 22.65 miles on the bike this morning. Great to be riding again, even as it is getting warm out. We cruised past subdivisions and pastures and lakes. We stopped at a gas station which published their outstanding tabs on their marquee. Now that’s small town.

Also, Bill really owes.

There was a guy at the station who was taking a break from cleaning the parking lot with a blower. It was, he noted, hot out for a bike ride. When he was young, in Birmingham, he couldn’t afford a car and biked everywhere, he said. He couldn’t do that today, he said while tagging another drag from his cigarette.

We escaped the shade and pedaled on.

Much of the rest of the afternoon was spent on website building and three particularly troublesome CSS issues. You might imagine the five paragraphs of hilarity on that subject.

Received an Email from Delta:

I would like to extend my personal apology for the inconvenience you experienced as a result of the delay of Flight DL5130.

[…]

We value you as a customer and sincerely appreciate your support of Delta. To demonstrate our commitment to service excellence, as a gesture of apology I am adding 2,500 bonus miles to your SkyMiles account.

You wonder what the delay threshold is where they start doling out miles like candy. Our 45 minute delay earlier this month did not merit such attention. This is the first time I’ve received such a note, but then with inflation, miles aren’t what they used to be.

A Delta delay helped get a friend fired from his job. How many miles do you get for that?

Stanley Cup tonight. This has been on the state capitol of Massachusetts for weeks, just waiting for tonight’s deciding seventh game:

Bruins

I suspect shenanigans. Says the guy who’s watched two periods of hockey all season.

Vancouver got close. Boston won. The Canadians are rioting. Odd, that.


8
Jun 11

Meet my new friend

WEM

The story, and it is a good one, can be found on the War Eagle Moments blog.


8
Jun 11

Horseshoe Bay

This is the nice man who drove us across part of the island from King’s Warf to Horseshoe, who talked to us like we were old family he hadn’t seen in a few years — interested, but not especially intent — who was surprised when we knew things about the place. My in-laws come to Bermuda every few years and have for a long time. They could recall things some of the locals have forgotten.

Cabbie

Horseshoe

We let the crowd come and go, arriving later in the afternoon, just as the tourists were leaving and the locals came onto the beach for the evening.

Horseshoe

We climbed a few rocks.

Horseshoe

And danced our toes in the cold, cold water. If you get in and you’re moving around it’d be fine, my mind says. My ankles disagree.

Cabbie

I like a few rocks on my beach. Something you don’t see on the Gulf Coast, where all of my beach impressions were made, and the beautiful area against which all beaches are measured.

Cabbie

The sand here is not pink. They say it is, but it is not. It is pink-flecked, bits of coral washing in to give the setting a bit of ambiance. They say, too, that the sand never gets hot. It is warm today, and the sun is serious, but the sand feels great.

This is a peaceful beach.

We’ll be back here tomorrow for more sun and snorkeling.


8
Jun 11

Dunking the wretched woman, St. George’s

Dunk

They do this regularly.

Dunk

Here’s the video:

Dunk